Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
“You keep talking about my wife’s pussy and you and I got problems, Jack,” Titan answers, and his voice sounds all… rumbly and I’m thinking that doesn’t mean wine and roses for Leroy.
“Okay, so maybe we should break this up,” I announce when another car drives off. “Joe’s going to be upset when he comes back out if he sees I’m not working,” I tell them, but both men are ignoring me.
Isn’t that special?
“I would have to believe that Faith would have to be drunk to marry your kind, though,” Leroy says and damn it, not only is Leroy a pervert, what he just said—and the way he said it—makes it pretty clear he’s a racist pervert.
I really don’t have good judgment when it comes to men.
“You fucking jerk. If you think you can insult me, man, you’re going to have to come up with a better game than that. I’ve been around the best of you spewing that—”
“Okay fine!” I yell, getting in between the two men. This is as close as I’ve seen Titan come to losing control. I don’t think it’d be good if he wipes the floor with Leroy—even if he deserves it. I’d probably feel guilty and have to bail him out of jail. That would put a serious dent in my money supplies. So it’s definitely time to defuse the situation. “He’s right, Leroy. I got him drunk.”
“You what?” Leroy asks, clearly not believing me, and I feel Titan’s anger still boiling, even if I have my back turned to him. That might not be wise, but I figure if I’m standing in front of Titan and facing Leroy, Titan can’t kill Leroy—thus ending up in jail and making me spend my money on bail.
“I got him drunk. I fell victim to the lust of the trouser snake.”
“The trouser snake?”
That question comes from Titan, who whispers it against me, his breath hitting my neck and ear as he asks it. And it’s not anger in his voice now. There’s almost a laugh detectable in his soft whisper. I ignore the all-over body chill that runs through me. I can’t let myself go there with Titan. Last time I did, I ended up married, with my stomach sore for weeks from being fucked so hard.
It was a really good feeling—but still.
“No harm for a woman to enjoy a good dicking, girl. You just got hold of the wrong one,” Leroy adds, spouting his wisdom again—which is starting to sound less and less wise.
“It’s not just any… dicking… It’s… Titan. He didn’t want to go there with me, so I got him drunk and completely took advantage of him.”
“Jesus,” Leroy says.
“’Bout time you admitted it,” Titan says, and maybe jail is a good place for him.
“If you like dick that much, darlin’, I got some for you and trust me, it won’t be whiskey-limp.”
“Probably because you’ll pump it full of Viagra.”
“What in the fuck you saying?” Leroy asks, and then, proving he really is stupid, ignores the fact that Titan is twice his size and can grind him into dust. “I might be older, boy, but I’ll mop the floor with you.”
“I’m not your boy,” Titan growls, trying to push around me. This is getting out of hand and escalating fast. It’s worse because I see Sheriff Adams walking along the sidewalk. If he comes this way, suddenly the threat of jail for Titan seems all too real.
“You wouldn’t work for me anyway, Leroy. I’m afraid only Titan will.”
“No way,” Leroy says, clearly disbelieving me. Titan, on the other hand, gets still and again some of his anger leaves. I can literally feel it. I have no idea how or why I can—I just know I do.
“Afraid so,” I sigh sadly.
“You’ve been missing my dick, wife?” Titan asks in my ear again. I have. I really have, but I’m not about to admit that, so I ignore him and concentrate on Leroy.
“You know what they say, Leroy.”
“What’s that?” he asks, eyeing me way too close—and since he’s had his hand on my ass, that’s saying something.
“Is there a problem here?” the sheriff asks, proving my luck is shit.
“Maybe, Adams,” Leroy says. “Faith here has a husband, only I don’t think she wants him. I think she’s afraid of him.”
“Is that true, Faith?”
Titan is being unusually quiet behind me. Figures. I have to make a split-second decision on if I want Titan to go to jail or not.
Damn it.
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I take a wait-and-see approach here. I have to admit I like having Faith close to me and I’m enjoying teasing her and the way she keeps trying to wade in the middle of me and this racist fuck, Leroy. I hate people like this asshole, throwing words out like he doesn’t realize what he’s saying, but the truth is there for anyone to read—or hear. I should punch him in the mouth and put an end to this shit, but for some reason I don’t. I think that reason has everything to do with the way Faith keeps backing into me, inching closer every time Leroy shoots off at the mouth. Every time I whisper to her, her body shudders and it has a direct effect on my cock. Her ass keeps getting closer to my cock too, and that’s an even better effect.